Nothing To Lose [A Teacher/Student Love Story]

Nothing To Lose [A Teacher/Student Love Story] 13

“Kill me,” Hannah announced, slapping her tray down next to mine at our lunch table.

“What?” I asked, nibbling on a banana-nut muffin. I had tried to forget about what Mr. Stone had told me about Carson. No one wanted to know that about their boyfriend.

What was Carson’s past like? Was he always like that? The way Mr. Stone explained it didn’t seem like the Carson I knew. 

He was sweet, especially that time when he drove me back home to get my textbook. I couldn’t imagine….

The sound of Sebastian’s lunch tray sliding beside mine rang in my ears.

“Mr. Stone has a boyfriend.” Hannah huffed.

I nearly choked on my orange juice. “He’s gay?!”

“No,” Seb said firmly, glaring at Hannah. “I said he has a girlfriend. This is what happens when you don’t listen, Hannah.”

I snickered. “Half the school probably thinks he’s gay now.”

“Shut up,” Hannah said. “You know what I mean.”

“So Mr. Stone has a girlfriend.” She continued. “Looks like he’s off limits, Amanda.”

I felt myself clench my muffin and tried to look like I didn’t care. “Cool,” I said finally, pushing a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “Good for him.”

“She lives in Vermont,” Seb blurted. “You still have a chance. Long distant relationships don’t last long.”

I gave him a look.

“Okay, so maybe Hannah and I talked,” he explained. “And we want to set you up with Mr. Stone,”

This time I did choke. I banged my fists against the table and gagged, my head knocking against the plywood of the dirty cafeteria table.

“Whoa,” I heard Hannah whisper to Sebastian. “She’s that head-over-heels for him.”

“I am not!” I exclaimed in defense, making the entire cafeteria go silent. “Going to eat your muffin!” I added quickly.

“Nice save,” Hannah said as soon as the uproar of noise returned. “But it’s kind of totally obvious.”

Seb bit into his apple. “Yeah. Why do you like him anyway? What does he have that Carson doesn’t?”

I looked at him flatly. “You heard about Carson?”

“Duh.” He responded. “Word spreads around fast. He was bragging about it anyway during gym class.”

“Bragging?” I said. “He was bragging about me?”

Seb shrugged. “You can’t blame him. You’re a pretty girl.”

I smiled, tossing my hair over my shoulder. “Thanks, Seb.”

“Yeah,” Hannah interjected. “Thanks, Seb.”

“What?” he said, a smirk on his face. “You’re cute too.”

Scoffing, Hannah sipped her orange juice. “She gets pretty, and I get cute? What, am I some preschooler?”

I laughed. “Don’t worry, Hannah, he’s Seb. What he says about our beauty doesn’t matter anyways.”

“Hot teacher at 10 o’ clock.” Hannah hissed under her breath. I followed her gaze and found Mr. Stone thanking the chefs and then putting even more thousand island salad dressing on his salad.